are we one or two

we all have a story
and we are all suffering our own private hell
at once this connects us
makes us one
then again we are separated by skin and space
and don't feel the connection
no one can explain to another
how exactly they are experiencing existence
it's completely subjective
and we can not share our dreams as we can a film
we can not project our mind-self into another
so they would know entirely
how we see
how we feel
how we experience life
perhaps only in death do we know true connection
as we meld into the god-self
of which we are all small pieces
broken up
to learn
or to know separation
before life we may have been whole
and in leaving this place of conflict
and absurd selfishness
I pray we will be again